I was soft once
Tears like rainfall would wet my cheeks
At all the bones lining the street
I was brave once
I felt the life force of all the world's masses
And saw how small I was
I was sad once
All these realities that I felt like those above me
Couldn't see from their great heights
I was selfless once
I didn't want to take the fate lying in front of me
I wanted to pour my soul into the monsoon
I could be happy I could be happy if I wanted to be
But that young weapon who mistrusted the police and begged my parents to not get her a new toy
That young weapon doesn't want me to be
I remember being ready to sink myself into the sun
Is that readiness rotting? Has my resolve come undone?
Or will the life I'm meant to live be finally won?
I have a responsibility to that weapon who sung about gods she didn't understand
I have a responsibility to make her future something worth taking
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